Four hundred years. Ishkur’s long since come to grips with the loss of the woman who wasn’t his mate, but taking a trip to Plimoth Plantation, facing a world so similar to the one where he’d been happy, rubs him the wrong way. Oddly, it’s not sadness that grabs him, it’s confusion after meeting a god-talking, native woman. What the hell? Every one of his immortal-senses claws at his spine, urging him to flee. Too bad running isn’t an option for a god. Koni knows danger, and after hiding for so long, it’s found her. She’s not sure if it’s her ex-boyfriend, or the powerful stranger who takes her by surprise. Only one thing is certain. Those two threats―compounded by the spirit walkers she discovered in the woods―mean it’s way past time to pack up and get out of town. She just needs to outmaneuver the lunatic who thinks she’s ripe for the claiming